With a swish, Qian Wei poured Primordial Power into his saber and charged toward Lin Feng.
Just before he reached Lin Feng, Qian Wei leaped high into the air.
"Three Water-Severing Saber Strikes! Die!"
With an enraged roar, Qian Wei slashed at Lin Feng, his saber carrying powerful saber Qi. He held nothing back.
Watching the saber slash toward him, Lin Feng grew a little angry too.
"I didn't beat you to death, and now you actually want to kill your grandpa?"
At that thought, a bronze sheen suddenly flashed across Lin Feng's hand.
With his Black Iron Battle Body advanced to the Bronze Battle Body, Lin Feng could now use a portion of the Bronze Battle Body's strength even without transforming.
Clang! Lin Feng's hand met the saber with a crisp ring.
Though he had clashed with Qian Wei's saber using nothing but his flesh, Lin Feng's hand was completely uninjured-a glimpse of just how powerful the Bronze Battle Body was.
Knocking Qian Wei's saber aside with one palm strike, Lin Feng struck again, swinging his palm in a slap.
Smack!
Another crisp sound rang out as Lin Feng sent Qian Wei flying with another slap.
Clutching his face, Qian Wei could not accept having been slapped in the face twice by Lin Feng.
"Impossible! I can't!"
Qian Wei could not accept his defeat.
Getting up again, Qian Wei used his divine ability, and a black sheen emerged over his body.
His saber cleaved toward Lin Feng again, his imposing presence growing stronger once more.
"Die!" Qian Wei roared defiantly.
The repeated provocations angered Lin Feng too.
He reached out again, and a bronze sheen flashed.
Lin Feng crushed the saber Qi on Qian Wei's blade with his bare hand and caught the saber in his grip.
The sharp edge could not so much as cut a wound in Lin Feng's hand.
Qian Wei exerted all his strength, unleashing his Primordial Power as he tried to wrench the saber from Lin Feng's hand.
But Qian Wei discovered that his saber seemed to have been welded in place. It would not budge at all.
A trace of horror flashed through Qian Wei's eyes. Just how strong was this Lin Feng? Why was he so powerful?
By now, Qian Wei had long since lost his earlier arrogance, and his heart was filled with fear.
Lin Feng raised his head, looked Qian Wei in the eye, and said, "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to go around showing off when you're not strong enough?"
After a pause, Lin Feng seemed to suddenly remember something and continued, "Oh, right. Not everyone has a mother."
Lin Feng's words filled Qian Wei with unbearable shame and anger. His face flushed red, and his eyes brimmed with venomous hatred.
Lin Feng had no intention of playing any longer. He extended his left hand, leaving an afterimage as he slapped Qian Wei squarely across the face.
Smack!
At the third crisp sound, Qian Wei was sent flying again.
This time, perhaps because Lin Feng had used more force, Qian Wei was knocked unconscious while still in midair.
Thud! His body crashed to the ground with a sharp sound.
After slapping Qian Wei, Lin Feng looked at his own palm.
Lin Feng felt he was starting to like the sensation of slapping people. He would have to do it more often.
Just then, Li Lin appeared at the school gates.
When he realized Qian Wei was no match for Lin Feng, Li Lin had already slipped over in secret.
Li Lin was furious. Why was Huang Wei so lucky, able to discover such a promising talent as Lin Feng, while he had only trash like Qian Wei?
His intense resentment filled Li Lin's heart with hatred toward Lin Feng.
Having Qian Wei make trouble for Lin Feng this time was not merely because Li Lin wanted to embarrass Huang Wei.
One of the Third Martial School's vice principals had retired, naturally leaving a vacancy.
And the likeliest contenders for this vice principal position were Huang Wei and Li Lin.
Although Huang Wei held a higher position than Li Lin, Li Lin had found a genius for the Third Martial School: Qian Wei.
As long as Qian Wei could secure a Jiangnan Martial Dao spot for the Third Martial School, Li Lin would have a very good chance of obtaining the vice principal position.